it to quit, tried to gather my wits.
“You think I’m not safe here?” I asked Kayty, but my gaze strayed around the circle. I’d just unloaded half the loser guns in Pack City. Most of the others were mated already. Not that it wouldn’t have stopped them from doing it doggie style with me, if I wanted. But I wasn’t yet primed. You know how it is with a dog bitch, when she’s not ready? Or a woman who doesn’t want sex, but has an ardent pursuer? We just ain’t backing up for it, ya know?
I assured them all, “I guarantee you, I won’t be taken before I’m ready.” My voice rose. I wanted it to carry to my stalker.
“Nevertheless, why don’t you come inside?” Kayty practiced her crooning voice. She used it on small pups, Leer and now me. I wanted to roll my eyes.
But that would have been disrespectful. Instead, I dropped my gaze to her feet and got up, shoulders hunched, and said, “Fine.”
It wasn’t fine, though. I took a few steps and looked back over my shoulder. Something in me wanted it to leap in and steal me away, or fight my whole damn pack. I know, there’s no sense in that sort of thinking. But then, that all goes out the window when it starts.
And my shifting had started. As I walked behind Kayty, listening to the grumbled complaints of others--some whining because they’d missed the loser’s twenty-gun salute--so to speak, there weren’t really that many of them. Some complained because they wanted to see me endure a little pain. Blood envy.
Did I mention that some don’t survive the first change? It can be pretty horrific. I think maybe some of my kin were half hoping that would happen to me. Not because they didn’t like me, really, but it would kind of put Hood in a different place. He wouldn’t be able to lift his head up, because everyone would wonder if our blood was tainted. And, like I said, he’d run his mouth pretty good on that matter.
I wasn’t worried about that, though. I started to walk, heard the mutterings, and suddenly started to feel my muscles stretch, tighten. I reached out with my neck, let out a little whine, had to stop.
Kayty looked over her shoulder at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
She waited a second, watching me. I saw her nose wiggle. Then her head whipped around. Mr. Shadow wasn’t, apparently, a secret any more.
They all smelled him about a second later. But--no one moved. The only way you could tell was by that stillness, a sudden silence. Leer flicked his left hand in a simple gesture. Two bitches slipped away.
He said, “I think the den is too obvious. Take her to the other place.”
“Right.” Kayty grabbed my collar.
Gaia-damned collar. Stylish little piece of human apparel. I thought it was cute. Now I knew why my brother had groaned and promised, “You’ll be sorry about that little piece of rebellion.”
I dug in my feet. Let my eyes flash. This other place had to be the lockdown. A garrison. A hellhole.
She assured me, “Just until. I promise.”
Now, Kayty’s word had always been as good as gold. I had no real reason not to go. They were looking out for me. I tried to tell myself that.
But curiosity and raging hormones were really ruling my brain and body. I whispered, “I don’t want to be locked up.”
She’d been studying up on history. She whispered back, “Just be glad they’re not cuffing and shackling any more, Fera. Come on.”
We took a few steps toward P.C. main.
Now would probably be a good time to talk about the one type of werewolf that I think you’re most familiar with. The ones that are bitten. Mutants. The unnaturals.
We really have laws against making that happen. But you may have guessed...the losers sometimes get bested. They attack with intent to kill, but get run off before the job is done. Usually, if
“You think I’m not safe here?” I asked Kayty, but my gaze strayed around the circle. I’d just unloaded half the loser guns in Pack City. Most of the others were mated already. Not that it wouldn’t have stopped them from doing it doggie style with me, if I wanted. But I wasn’t yet primed. You know how it is with a dog bitch, when she’s not ready? Or a woman who doesn’t want sex, but has an ardent pursuer? We just ain’t backing up for it, ya know?
I assured them all, “I guarantee you, I won’t be taken before I’m ready.” My voice rose. I wanted it to carry to my stalker.
“Nevertheless, why don’t you come inside?” Kayty practiced her crooning voice. She used it on small pups, Leer and now me. I wanted to roll my eyes.
But that would have been disrespectful. Instead, I dropped my gaze to her feet and got up, shoulders hunched, and said, “Fine.”
It wasn’t fine, though. I took a few steps and looked back over my shoulder. Something in me wanted it to leap in and steal me away, or fight my whole damn pack. I know, there’s no sense in that sort of thinking. But then, that all goes out the window when it starts.
And my shifting had started. As I walked behind Kayty, listening to the grumbled complaints of others--some whining because they’d missed the loser’s twenty-gun salute--so to speak, there weren’t really that many of them. Some complained because they wanted to see me endure a little pain. Blood envy.
Did I mention that some don’t survive the first change? It can be pretty horrific. I think maybe some of my kin were half hoping that would happen to me. Not because they didn’t like me, really, but it would kind of put Hood in a different place. He wouldn’t be able to lift his head up, because everyone would wonder if our blood was tainted. And, like I said, he’d run his mouth pretty good on that matter.
I wasn’t worried about that, though. I started to walk, heard the mutterings, and suddenly started to feel my muscles stretch, tighten. I reached out with my neck, let out a little whine, had to stop.
Kayty looked over her shoulder at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
She waited a second, watching me. I saw her nose wiggle. Then her head whipped around. Mr. Shadow wasn’t, apparently, a secret any more.
They all smelled him about a second later. But--no one moved. The only way you could tell was by that stillness, a sudden silence. Leer flicked his left hand in a simple gesture. Two bitches slipped away.
He said, “I think the den is too obvious. Take her to the other place.”
“Right.” Kayty grabbed my collar.
Gaia-damned collar. Stylish little piece of human apparel. I thought it was cute. Now I knew why my brother had groaned and promised, “You’ll be sorry about that little piece of rebellion.”
I dug in my feet. Let my eyes flash. This other place had to be the lockdown. A garrison. A hellhole.
She assured me, “Just until. I promise.”
Now, Kayty’s word had always been as good as gold. I had no real reason not to go. They were looking out for me. I tried to tell myself that.
But curiosity and raging hormones were really ruling my brain and body. I whispered, “I don’t want to be locked up.”
She’d been studying up on history. She whispered back, “Just be glad they’re not cuffing and shackling any more, Fera. Come on.”
We took a few steps toward P.C. main.
Now would probably be a good time to talk about the one type of werewolf that I think you’re most familiar with. The ones that are bitten. Mutants. The unnaturals.
We really have laws against making that happen. But you may have guessed...the losers sometimes get bested. They attack with intent to kill, but get run off before the job is done. Usually, if
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